Oh yes, I'm spinning again. I am the type of person who has to work on several items at a time. I get bored easily. Working on one item and finishing it before I start a new one is NOT ME. I work on what makes me happy. So there.


My Louet spinning wheel, a real work horse. I don't have to worry that it might break, etc etc. My kids spin on this one.


This is 100 gms of Merino/Silk blend roving from Ashford. I'm spinning it fine, for a sport weight yarn. I could have gone for laceweight but I don't have enough patience.

As usual, I'm knitting several items at the same time. I have startitis, I know. But I finish some too. Here they are:


This is Mystery shawl Knit-Along, designed by Monika Eckert, a German designer. She designs in German with English translations, charted and very easy to follow. After clue #1, this is what we have. Clues 2 and 3 are forthcoming.




This is a finished item, a textured/lace sock designed by Kristen Kapur of Through the Loops blog.



This is one of my own designs which will be offered for free through this blog. I bought 100 gms of Merino roving from Handpaintedyarn.com. It was so soft and I spun it into singles since the yardage is very small. After setting the twist, I wound it into a ball and started knitting. Unfortunately, I didn't measure the yardage. So, here we go, with the unknown yardage cowl.

What do you do when somebody blasts you on their blog??

The first thing that happened was all the blood in my body rushed to my head.

I got angry.

Then, the doubts came. Did I really make those mistakes while writing a pattern?

Next thing, I pulled out some yarn, needles and feverishly started re-knitting said pattern. Well, I didn't find any mistakes. Plus, 14 other knitters have knitted my pattern and I didn't get any error-feedback.

So, what do you do?

I vented with my husband. Poor thing. He loves me, I know and is willing to put up with me.

Now, knowing that the pattern is fine, I'm moving on. But not after I wrote a comment on the perpetrator's, I mean, the knitter's blog. I was nice. I wasn't rude. Who knows. She might become one of my best friends yet.

This sock is missing a pair. For the life of me, I can't find the leftover half of the yarn I used to knit this one. And the yarn was handpainted by me. Impossible to duplicate. Oh well.

I finally finished the watermelon socks I started knitting about 2 years ago. I simply can't make myself to wear this one. I handpainted the yarn to make it stripe like this. It's a very tedious process, one I don't want to do again. In the past, I have received orders on this kind of yarn, orders that I was not able to fill. Maybe sometime in the future but I just can't force myself to do something I don't enjoy. Life is too short.

Yes, about time I posted.

I am still knitting. I recently visited Rumpelstiltskin in Sacramento. I haven't visited any yarn store in a long long time. Well, Joann's doesn't count. It was nice to reminisce about old times with Judy. Rumpels will always be one of my fave yarn stores. Linda was the very first person to buy my patterns and she still orders from me regularly.

There are so many different sock yarns now, all of them so soft. Too soft to use for socks, IMHO. I use them for shawlettes.

I might also go back to quilting. I just hope I can do them at the same time. I go in cycles.

My sister is in Germany and will bring me some sock yarns. Yumm.

What do you do when life sucks? You knit, and knit, and knit. It will keep you sane. Works for me.

I am working on not one, but three shawls.

This is Clothilde in lace by the Knitting Kninja.




This one is the Daybreak shawl by Stephen West. Not sure if they still make this yarn but it is Cestari by Chester Farms. 75% cotton and 25% wool, sportweight.





This one is Damson, by Ysolda Teague.





Oh yes, I am working on 3 shawls, at the same time. Love it!

9-11

It dawned on me last night that my younger kids don't know a lot about 9-11. Matthew was almost 5 and Emily, only 10 months old, when it all happened. They did not know about the 4 planes and most of what happened that day. Last night, I told them the story, and the heroism of the men and women on the last plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. They were stunned and quiet and just absorbed all of it.

I hope that that's what they remember, the heroism, not the hate, not the terror although it's all part of it, but remember the men and women who perished, those who helped save some, the firefighters, the police, the port authorities, brave souls, all of them, who were just doing their jobs but gave the best gift ever.

God bless America.

New handpaints going up on Ebay: some Superwash Merino/bamboo/nylon blend and some superwash BFL sock yarns.

Milkweed shawl knitted in garter stitch lace. Very easy to knit and turned out pretty too. The yarn was hand dyed by me, a superwash Merino/bamboo/nylon blend yarn, too pretty to use on socks.




And here it is being modeled by Emily, a fullsized shawl on her and a shawlette on me, the way I like it. Too big shawls make me feel like I have an afghan on.

some new knitting:


another Ishbel shawlette that I finished.




Elegantly simple lace shawl, a feather and fan version, designed by Jackie E-S. Here's a closeup:

The family hasn't taken a vacation in years and it seems that this year is the time to take one... or two. After San Diego and Vegas, we headed for a day to Yosemite. What a truly beautiful place.



Entering Yosemite, this is the kind of view you see along the winding zig-zag road.




The beautiful Bridalveil Falls as seen from a distance.



My kids beside the creek.

more to come

This is what I'm currently knitting, a lace stole (rectangular shawl) for me made with 100% cotton yarn, great for cool summer evenings out.






A picture of the Paris Hotel in Las Vegas, where my friend's wedding was held last Saturday. Glad to be home.

Carlsbad, California

Arrived here yesterday after a really bad traffic jam in LA (Sacramento traffic is tame compared to it). A little cold in Carlsbad, cloudy, foggy, and cooold. Hope it lifts up.

On the way here, I've taken some pictures of the beautiful San Fernando Valley, and the reservoir, Vista Del Lago.

We're back from a day trip to San Francisco. Like always, we stopped by Emeryville, at the International market and food court. Ever since Joel took us here years ago, we never fail to stop by for a nice meal. International, I say. I always get Vietnamese spring rolls. Emily goes for the shrimp Udon. It is so amazing since that's what I used to eat when I was pregnant with her. Shrimp Udon was the only one I can hold down when I suffered through morning sickness the entire 9 months of pregnancy with Em.

We headed up to Ghirardelli Square for some chocolates and the wonderful Kara's cupcakes. Her's is the best tasting in California. Spent an hour at the Marina eating the cakes, took some pictures. As always, I forgot my digital camera and used Joel's old one.

Some knitting done but not much. Came home and played Farmtown on Facebook.

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These are images of my latest finished project, the Ishbel shawl, a design by Ysolda Teague. Like what other knitters have stated, this was a very enjoyable knit and very hard to put down. I already gave this one to my mom. I'm off to knit another one for me, out of superwash wool and bamboo blend. yumm.

the 40th day

May 22nd was the 40th day after my Uncle Romy died. My Catholic relatives celebrate this day because they believe that on this day, the soul finally goes up to heaven, after staying here on earth. Or maybe,they believe that the soul of the departed goes to Purgatory, where it's sins are forgiven through prayers of its loved ones still living. Kinda like being given a second chance.

Being a Christian, my beliefs are different. The Bible says that when a Christian dies, "absent from the body, present with the Lord". I have believed all along that Uncle Romy's soul is with my Lord and Savior the very day he died.

We went and visited the cemetery, took some pictures, and just enjoyed the peace and quiet, except for the cemetery workers who decided to have a race with their little golf carts carrying tools, zooming around the tombstones. Total disrespect.





Beside this tall monument and inside the enclosure is my uncle's gravesite.










That's my sister, Nerie, on the left, and me with my kids.

In connection to the Twilight theme, these are what I have been knitting:

Ooh, I got bit by the Twilight bug. I've seen the movie a while ago. My daughter has all 4 books. I figured, why not read them. Of course, I started with the first one and finished it in one day. Could be because I already knew what was going to happen.

Next comes the second one, New Moon. I finished it by day 2. This one was my favorite. Very hard to put down. I fell in love with Edward.

Day three and I'm off to reading book three, Eclipse. I liked this one too but not as much as New Moon. Bella's being wishy-washy. Still madly, deeply in love with Edward, I am.

Book four, Breaking Dawn, and finished it by day 4. By this time, my teenage image of Edward and Bella is gone. I can't picture Rod Pattinson as Edward anymore. I don't know how they can make this into a movie with a PG13 rating. No way.

SO, off I went and saw the DVD again with a more critical eye.

I am so looking forward to watching New Moon when it comes out in Nov '09. I might go see it with my teenager.

As you can tell, I didn't get any knitting, cooking, sleeping or computer time done the past 4 days.

I am knitting again but too tired to do anything else. The weekend after the funeral, I caught a bad cold (sore throat, coughing, fever, the works). I was getting worried about the swine flu. Went and saw the doctor, of course. Not swine flu, not strep, just the common cold. Plenty of rest, liquids, yada, yada, yada.

Here are some token pictures to make this post a little less boring:

Windmill dishcloth

Some tawashis I've been crocheting



Picture of me and some of my cousins from all over. Our kids are here too. My uncle brought us closer together more now that he's gone than when he was alive. We took lots of things for granted. Not anymore. I hug and kiss my mom and dad more now. I'm not shy to say I Love You anymore. And I think I might have lost my stage fright.